'Woman of your dreams' had taken on a much different meaning lately.

For the past few months, every once in a while, you would have these dreams about one specific woman. She was gorgeous, long limbs and warm skin and eyes that you wished you could really look into. It was like you vaguely recognized her each time you woke up, like you knew you'd crossed paths before. At the grocery store? A restaurant? You just could't put your finger on it.

But it had gotten bad. You'd wake up sad, knowing that when you turned your head she wouldn't be there, that your mind was manufacturing this love interest to plague your sleep. Even if they were enjoyable, you prayed the dreams would stop, for your sanity at the very least.

You felt insane as you stood in line at the coffee shop, rubbing sleep from your eyes after another dream night. God, it didn't seem fair. She was all you could think about after you ordered, waiting impatiently for a brew that would hopefully knock you back into reality.

But once you get your cup, before you can even take a single sip, you crash into someone, eyes too focused on the drink in your hand. You feel it go everywhere, soaking your shirt and sending you and your victim into shock.

You feel a hand on your wrist, but it's only when she speaks that you look up at her face.

Good God.

Here she was.

"You have to let me buy you a new one, that was totally my fault."

Standing in front of you, offering to buy you coffee, was the woman you'd been dreaming of for months. Was she a regular here too? Whatever- didn't matter. She was finally in front of you, in the flesh. Real.